[Verse 1: first cocky male MC, smooth] Black tie, white gloves, chandelier on the ceiling Charity gala for the man who's been stealin' Took the bus drivers' pension, now he's toastin' at the bar Got a bodyguard, a lawyer, and a driver in a car Me and my cousin in the waiter coats with the trays Shrimp on a napkin, little smile, little phrase Everybody on the east side knows we lift a wallet In the time it takes a rich man to pick a fork and call it But tonight we ain't here to lift, tonight we're here to give Every page of what he did in a pocket where it lives [Hook: both male MCs together] Pocket change, pocket change, we ain't takin' a thing We just slip a little somethin' in the coat of the king Pat yourself down when the party gets late You'll be wearin' all the proof when the squad cars wait [Verse 2: second cocky male MC, slicker] Bump at the fountain, "Oh, excuse me, sir" Burner in the breast pocket, softer than a purr Bump at the dessert table, "Oh, my fault, my bad" Ledger in the inside, every dollar that he had Storage key in the cummerbund, he never felt a thing Thirty years of work boots that he melted down to a ring Then he's at the podium, talkin' 'bout givin' back Glass held high, and his pockets full of facts Then I make the call from the coat-check line "Gray tux, table nine, and he's wearin' every sign" [Hook: both male MCs together] Pocket change, pocket change, we ain't takin' a thing We just slip a little somethin' in the coat of the king Pat yourself down when the party gets late You'll be wearin' all the proof when the squad cars wait [Bridge: first male MC, low and quick over the walking bass] Left hand bumps, right hand drops Smile on the face while the shrimp tray stops Never took a dime in a room full of gold Just changed what you carry and the story that it told [Verse 3: both male MCs finishing each other's lines, one starts and one finishes] Blue lights in the driveway, and the band won't quit Cops say, "Turn your pockets out," he says, "I don't carry it" Pulls the burner from his chest, and he's starin' like it's haunted Pulls the ledger from his jacket, every dollar that he flaunted Pulls the storage key, the bank slips, and the deed in a stack Swearin', "These ain't mine," and the whole room laughin' back We just pass the shrimp around and hold the door so he can go Countin' change for phone calls where he's goin', nice and slow [Final Hook: both male MCs together, louder] Pocket change, pocket change, we ain't takin' a thing We just slip a little somethin' in the coat of the king Pat yourself down when the party gets late You'll be wearin' all the proof when the squad cars wait [End]
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